Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

He originally intended to seek out his Uncle Four Eyes to learn the divine fighting technique, but by chance, he ended up in Renjia Town.

Now, this senior apprentice has come to us himself.

Lin Bei quickly stepped forward and respectfully performed a Taoist salute to Simu: "Disciple Lin Bei greets Martial Uncle Simu!"

Shi Shaojian also caught up from behind and bowed, saying, "Disciple Shi Shaojian greets Martial Uncle."

Si Mu paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two men before finally settling on Lin Bei. His eyes, behind his glasses, narrowed slightly: "Lin Bei? Shi Shaojian? You two are Senior Brother's disciples?"

"Yes!" Lin Bei nodded honestly.

The smile on Si Mu's face immediately faded a bit, but since the two were junior disciples, he couldn't make a scene. He just gave a faint "hmm" and walked past them toward the main hall of the mortuary.

"Senior brother! I've brought the goods over. Could you make room for me to put them here?"

Uncle Nine came out of the main hall, saw the row of bouncing corpses in the courtyard, and then looked at Four Eyes' indifferent face. He knew what had happened.

He winked at Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian, then followed Si Mu into the main hall.

Lin Bei stood still and touched his nose.

Master Simu's reaction was clearly because of Shi Jian.

Back then, Shi Jian scolded Simu so badly that Simu left in a huff, and Simu still holds a grudge to this day, even disliking the disciples of his two senior brothers.

"Junior brother, it seems like Uncle Four Eyes doesn't really like us," Shi Shaojian whispered as he leaned closer.

"That's normal." Lin Bei replied in a low voice, "Master scolded him back then, and he still holds a grudge. But it's okay, we have plenty of ways to change his mind."

Shi Shaojian looked at him suspiciously: "What idea have you come up with?"

Lin Bei chuckled: "Just wait and see."

In the main hall, Uncle Nine and Four Eyes sat opposite each other across the tea table.

Si Mu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then glanced into the courtyard. "Why are Senior Brother's two disciples here too?"

"They passed through Renjia Town and ran into Old Master Ren's affair, which helped me a lot," Uncle Jiu said calmly.

Four Eyes snorted: "Senior Brother certainly knows how to pick disciples. One has a Pure Yang Dao Body, and I heard he's even condensed a Pure Yang Pseudo-Core. The other, although less talented, is diligent. Unlike you, those two you took in..."

Uncle Nine: You're amazing! The Jiale you acquired is outstanding!

"Four Eyes!" Uncle Nine interrupted him. "You've traveled a long way, take a rest first. I'll have someone move the body to the backyard and leave it there. We'll deal with it tomorrow morning."

Si Mu didn't say anything more. He stood up and walked to the backyard. As he passed the yard, he glanced at Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian again, his gaze complicated, but he didn't say a word.

Lin Bei watched his Uncle Four Eyes's retreating figure, pondering how to get this uncle to put aside his grudges and teach him the Divine Strike Technique.

Uncle Nine came out of the main hall and stood next to Lin Bei: "Your Uncle Four Eyes is stubborn. Don't be impatient. He will be staying in Renjia Town for several days. You will have plenty of opportunities."

Lin Bei smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Uncle-Master, I know what I'm doing."

As night deepened, the mortuary fell silent.

Lin Bei sat on a blue stone in the courtyard, gazing at the starry sky above. Shi Shaojian sat down next to him and also looked up at the sky.

"Junior brother," Shi Shaojian suddenly spoke, "when do you think we can go back to Green Bamboo Mountain?"

"Missing your master?"

"A little." Shi Shaojian scratched the back of his head. "I wonder where he is now."

Lin Bei remained silent for a moment. When Shi Jian left, he said he had something to take care of, but he didn't say what it was.

Given Shi Jian's temperament, he has never liked to explain too much.

However, Lin Bei vaguely felt that his master's departure this time was related to the route they took to Renjia Town, otherwise why would he have led them here?

"Master must have his own plans." Lin Bei patted Shi Shaojian on the shoulder. "Let's hone our skills first, so that when he comes back, we can make him proud."

. . . . . .

That entire night, Lin Bei pondered how to gain the approval of his Uncle Simu.

He tossed and turned in bed, thinking of seven or eight methods, such as pandering to his preferences, feigning retreat to advance, using a self-inflicted injury as a ploy, and even a double agent strategy, but none of them seemed reliable.

"This martial uncle is really stubborn." Lin Bei rolled over and muttered to himself, "Master only scolded him a few times back then, but he's held a grudge for so many years, and even his disciple is suffering because of him."

Finally, a thought popped into his head, and a wise saying suddenly came to mind: "Sugar-coated bullets are always effective!"

"You can't hit someone who's smiling. No matter how much Uncle Four Eyes resents Master, he can't just kick Smiling Face out the door, can he?"

The next day, before dawn, the rooster in the yard had crowed once when Lin Bei got up.

He knocked on Shi Shaojian's door: "Senior brother! Get up!"

Shi Shaojian rolled over in bed, mumbling indistinctly, "What are you doing? It's not even fully light outside yet..."

"Get up!" Lin Bei pushed open the door and walked in, yanking off his blanket. "We have important business today!"

Shi Shaojian was jolted awake by the cold wind and sat bolt upright, his hair disheveled: "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Go and serve tea to Uncle-Master Simu." Lin Bei picked up Shi Shaojian's coat, which was draped over the back of the chair, and tossed it to him. "Put it on quickly!"

Shi Shaojian rubbed his eyes, pulled on his clothes, and walked out while buttoning them: "Why are you serving tea so early in the morning? Are you up to something again?"

When Lin Bei walked into the kitchen, Uncle Jiu was already boiling water on the stove.

"Good morning, Uncle-Master!"

Uncle Nine gave him a strange look, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "This is the first time I've seen you up this early. What are you up to?"

"Ahem, let's serve tea to Uncle Four Eyes!"

Uncle Nine's brow twitched. He glanced at the sky outside. "Serve tea? Now?"

"Young man, he won't get out of bed until the sun is shining on his backside!"

Lin Bei froze on the spot, forgetting that his Uncle-Master Simu didn't have the habit of getting up early. Helpless, he had no choice but to turn around and go back into the room to continue lying down.

Only Shi Shaojian looked at him with a resentful expression!

Watching Lin Bei's retreating figure, Uncle Jiu unusually murmured a few words: "You're quite diligent in serving tea, but I've never seen you serve me tea before?"

Time passed in Lin Bei's anticipation. During this time, Lin Bei went to his Uncle Simu's room several times, where he heard deafening snoring.

As the sun rose higher, Lin Bei saw that his Uncle Four Eyes had finally gotten up and was stretching outside.

He hurriedly ran to the kitchen and prepared the teacups and tea that had been reheated several times.

Then Lin Bei picked up the teacup with both hands, led Shi Shaojian to the front of the house, and respectfully handed the tea to Simu: "Uncle-Master, you must be tired from your journey. Have a bowl of tea to soothe your throat."

Si Mu looked at the bowl of tea in front of him, then at Lin Bei's smiling face, and his brows twitched slightly.

He reached out and took it, then lowered his head and took a sip: "Hmm, that's thoughtful of you."

"Of course." Lin Bei gave Shi Shaojian a wink.

Shi Shaojian quickly picked up another bowl of tea and handed it over: "Uncle-Master, please try this. My junior brother and I specially bought it from the old tea shop in town. We heard it's this year's pre-Qingming tea."

After Si Mu drank the wine, the two left. Watching their disappearing figures, he remained silent for a while before letting out a soft snort: "These two lads know how to behave better than their master."